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Drips

One drip, two drips, three drips of blood fall to the ground without a sound. As I sit here in my own pool of blood I dig the razor deeper and deeper in my wrist. I can feel my pain fading away,  I can feel my heart slowly repairing, and my vision is becoming blurry, I’m losing a lot of blood but I don’t care. The more I bleed the less I hurt....

(2013)

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